Happiness is an eager bride

A bride

Should vanish from her clothes into her bed,

As souls from bodies steal, and are not spy'd.

 

-- John Donne 

Happiness is inseparable love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

   Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion.

   Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so

   As stiff twin compasses are two:

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

   To move, but doth, if the other do;

And though it in the center sit,

   Yet when the other far doth roam,

It leans, and hearkens after it,

   And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,

   Like the other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

   And makes me end where I begun.

-- John Donne